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When Tante introduced her wit into the colourless substance she frothed it to a sparkling work of art. Gregory was aware sometimes of a pang as he listened.
Tante stood before her, not taking her into her arms, not taking her hands. "Come back to me? What do you mean?" "I have left Gregory," said Karen. She was bewildered now. What had happened? She did not know; but it was something that made it impossible to throw herself in Tante's arms and weep. Then she saw that another person was with them. A man was seated on the distant sofa.
To-day, in the close room, she told a long story of the doctor's neglect. The medicine he gave her was water and nothing else water with nothing in it. And to ask people to pay for that! She would not pay. What would Jeanne advise? "Oui, ma tante," said Jeanne. "Oui, ma tante? But you are not listening to what I say. At the least one can be polite." "I am listening, ma tante."
"Of course it is the beauty of it and the strangeness, that made Tante care for it. It is the sort of thing she would love to have herself." "Where on earth is he to go?" Gregory surmised. "Yes, he might look well in that big music-room at Les Solitudes, or in some vast hall where he would be more of an episode and less of a white elephant.
She stood holding Victor by a leash, looking about her with a certain anxiety. Gregory made his way to her and when she saw him she started to meet him, gladly, but without surprise. "Where is Tante?" she said, "Is she already in the train? Did she send you for me?" "You are in very good time," he reassured her. "She is over there you see her feather now, don't you. I'll take you to her."
"It is there on the desk." Hannah brought the brown paper, and she and Frieda bent over it together. "L-a-e," spelled Hannah, but Frieda looked up, delighted. "I know. Laetus sorte mea! It means 'Happy in my lot! It is in the book Tante Edith sent me for my birthday, about the little cripple." "O, yes, The Story of a Short Life.
A dry, hard desolation filled her. "May I go to my room, Tante?" "Yes, my child. Go to your room. You will find Tallie. Tallie is in the house, I think or did I send her in to Helston? no, that was for to-morrow." She held Karen's hand at a stretch of her arm while she seemed, with difficulty still, to collect her thoughts. "But I will come with you myself. Yes; that is best. Wait here, Claude."
She herself probably found them somewhat overpowering, for her large glittering fan was in constant motion and fluttered violently, when in answer to her curt: "Quick, quick," Henrica returned a resolute "no, 'ma tante."
Not only had the readings of Political Economy, begun with so much ardour in in their spare evenings, almost lapsed for lack of consecutiveness; but he frequently found on coming home tired for his tea, and eager for the sight of his wife, a little note from her telling him that she had been summoned to Mrs. Forrester's as Tante was "with Fafner in his cave" and wanted her.
Tante said it was the only meal most of them had during the day. After her work was over she and I went into a little room to talk. I knew she wanted to ask me about you 'her baby, she called you. When I told her you were well and happy she broke down and sobbed 'thank God! "She told me that her mother was dead and that her brother's wife and her little family were on a farm in northern France.
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